Krka in Croatia - True words

in poetry •  7 years ago 

How sweet I roam’d from field to field,
And tasted all the summer’s pride,
‘Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

From Blake

Je me sens vivant qu'en voyageant,
Etre ailleurs, c'est mon chez moi,
J'y jetterai tout mon temps,
Car j'ai plus besoin de vrai toit.

From Myself

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Wow great pic!!! Wish I was there right now!!!!

A delicious moment :)